Epilogue

Here's a nice ending for you awesome readers out there.

In Heavens….

Beckett: Hi old friend, how are you doing?

Norrington: sod off

Beckett: Oooooh a little pissed off, are we?

Norrington: no, I am disappointed. I spent years training Lieutenant Groves and there he was, escaping from danger

Beckett: who is Groves?

Norrington: your favourite lieutenant

Beckett: who?

Norrington: 'sigh' the super suck-up guy who works on your ship

Beckett: 'blank look'

Norrington: 'imitating Groves' YES SIR! RIGHT AWAY SIR! WHATEVER YOU WANT SIR!

Beckett: ooooooooh! THAT guy!

Norrington: yep

Beckett: oh-ho!

Pause

Beckett: You wanna go cloud fighting?

Norrington: no, not really

Beckett: pur-lease!

Norrington: NO!

Beckett: 'puppy eyes' oh come on!

Norrington: don't you have better things to do?

Beckett: nope

Norrington: 'sigh'

Just then, Gillette pops in

Gillette: YO! Wazzup?

Beckett: Just sitting around, having a chat

Norrington: Go away Gillette

Gilette: 'budweiser commercial royal navy style' ...WAZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Beckett: ..AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...

Gillette: ...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...

Norrington: Oh shit